“ I still want to know who the maidens are who will weep from longing and throw into the sky the corners of their neck-cloths?’ The witch replied:‘You’re not Road-Tame, as I thought, but you’re Óðinn, the old sacrifice.’ Óðinn said:‘You’re not a witch, nor a wise women, but you’re the mother of three ogres.’ The witch said:‘Ride home, Óðinn, and be proud: more men will come back on a visit when Loki is free, slips from his bonds, and the fate of the gods comes, ripping everything apart.’ Translated from 'Baldrs draumar', in De gamle Eddadigte, ed. ”
